A flame of light
That is burning
In a house of beauty?
Is spring a love?
Love- is it really
The whole creative skill
In visible form?
And form is motionless
In charming eyelids.
And filled with
Rapture, my dear.
It is but conquering the universe.
gajanan mishra
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